East Tennessee and Western North Carolina Railroad

The East Tennessee and Western North Carolina Railroad (reporting mark ETWN), affectionately called the "Tweetsie" in reference to the sound of its steam whistles, was primarily a 3 ft (914 mm) (narrow gauge) railroad established in 1866 for the purpose of serving the mines at Cranberry, North Carolina.

The narrow gauge portion of the ET&WNC was abandoned in 1950, however the 11-mile (17.7 km) 4 ft 8 1⁄2 in (1,435 mm) (standard gauge) segment of the line from Johnson City to Elizabethton, Tennessee still exists today as the East Tennessee Railway.

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